CHARLES DICKENS DOMBEY AND SON CHAPTER I Dombey and ...

you wouldn't have had the whole weight of any uncomfortable secrets if she
had been with you, because she would have known how to relieve you of'em,
and I don't.'
'Yes, yes, you do,' returned the instrument-maker.
'Well then, what's the matter, Uncle Sol?' said Walter, coaxingly. 'Come!
What's the matter?'
Solomon Gills persisted that there was nothing the matter; and maintained it
so resolutely, that his nephew had no resource but to make a very
indifferent imitation of believing him.
'All I can say is, Uncle Sol, that if there is'
'But there isn't' said Solomon.
'Very well,' said Walter. 'Then I've no more to say; and that's lucky, for
my time's up for going to business. I shall look in by-and-by when I'm out,
to see how you get on, Uncle. And mind, Uncle! I'll never believe you again,
and never tell you anything more about Mr. Carker the Junior, if I find out
that you have been deceiving me!'
Solomon Gills laughingly defied him to find out anything of the kind; and
Walter, revolving in his thoughts all sorts of impracticable ways of making
fortunes and placing the wooden midshipman in a position of independence,
betook himself to the offices of Dombey and Son with a heavier countenance
than he usually carried there.
There lived in those days, round the corner--in Bishopsgate Street
Without--one Brogley, sworn broker and appraiser, who kept a shop where
every description of second-hand furniture was exhibited in the most
uncomfortable aspect, and under circumstances and in combinations the most
completely foreign to its purpose. Dozens of chairs hooked on to
washing-stands, which with difficulty poised themselves on the shoulders of
sideboards, which in their turn stood upon the wrong side of dining-tables,